death penalty and hinduism

July 15, 2016 / 0 comments

our reliable driver who always kept an eye on our safety and joy on the roadtrip through rajasthan and uttar pradesh, in bikaner arranged for a guide at junagarh fort. the guide’s name was shailhindra calling himself jitu (which means hero or the one who always wins). He was around his late thirties or maybe 40,…

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the best part of India

April 6, 2016 / 2 comments

we travelled India last year, we already told you that. of course we aimed to make as many friends from strangers as possible and document our journey through rajasthan, utter pradesh and delhi via the faces and stories of people who were going to cross our way, for our personal memories in the first place…

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chef, gin dealer and a good soul

December 11, 2015 / 2 comments

In Jaisalmer we stayed two nights in a very new private Hotel in a new neighbourhood. It was still under construction but two floors of rooms had been already finished and presented themselves in oriental charme decorated in style. The owner and his family often were around the guests, the location had been named by…

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guided by a friend

November 26, 2015 / 0 comments

One cannot get into a Monument in India without being occupied by a handful of guides (or swing a cat without hitting one), who are get alarmed as soon as the car enters the parking place where they wait for their victims. The more competing colleagues are around the more forceful they approach their potential…

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the beauty of india

November 2, 2015 / 3 comments

on our three weeks trip through the northern part of india we one day asked our driver to stop in the middle of nowhere near thar desert when we spotted a camel herd in the steppe. but as soon as we hopped out of the car and started approaching the camels four teenage girls and two…

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surrounded by blue

October 9, 2015 / 3 comments

It’s easy to meet people on the street and take there picture. However, a real conversation besides exchanging a couple of words is hardly possible. This old man sitting in front of his blue house in the old city of jaisalmer was different. Mool Raj Acharieya had been waiting for visitors walking by to invite…

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